Soon, the first round of group matches was launched amidst intense media coverage across the city. Because of the grandeur of the event, it attracted national attention, and racing was also a favorite entertainment activity of the upper class, so many celebrities came to watch the game.
As soon as Mu Baoer entered the venue, he saw an army of fans from well-known teams, holding huge banners and wearing uniform clothes, passionately supporting his favorite team. They looked crazier than chasing stars.
A Dong looked at those fan groups with envy: "Whenever, we will have our own fan group to cheer for us, it doesn't need to be so many, maybe a dozen."
Mu Bao'er, who was walking in front, turned around in a funny way: "Your ideals are really low. You should say, it doesn't have to be so much. As long as you look around at this scene, it's enough that they are all our fans."
Adong sweated: "Sister Bao'er, at a glance, there are all fans. That's the sixth group, where last year's champion Feng Lei group is."
"Why are you so unsure? They were unknown before last year. For every racing driver, no one can always stand at the top of the championship. We can also take our place and become the focus of the new generation."
Mu Baoer's eyes showed a hint of arrogance.
She insists on a belief: there is no enemy that can never be defeated, there is only oneself who does not work hard enough.
A Dong originally wanted to say that Fenglei is very powerful, and his strength is at the international level. Even if his performance in the competition is unstable, he is still a lot lower than other teams.
But when I saw Mu Baoer’s glowing confident profile, she showed no fear of courage.
His heart suddenly surged. Yes, why do you say such depressing words? Every racing driver should have the dream of winning the championship. Dreams are the force that supports their progress.
Moreover, this seemingly weak and slender woman saved him from those scumbags that day, and her strength was simply incredible.
Maybe it can really take them to the pinnacle of their dreams.
"Sister Bao'er, you are right, our goal is to win the championship."
An extremely sarcastic female voice intervened: "Champion? It's just you, how ridiculous is it? Let's count down to the championship! Haha..."
As soon as the woman's voice came out, several women's laughter immediately echoed in the sweet voice, giggling, but full of disdain and ridicule.
Mu Bao'er turned around and saw several young ladies dressed in extremely fashionable and colorful clothes. The leader of them was Mu Lanlan, who was holding a small purple parasol and wearing sunglasses, with a sarcastic smile on her fair face.
, raised his chin high, like a proud peacock.
Behind her was Ye Hehe, Ye Weiwei's half-sister. Mu Baoer couldn't help but frown, it turned out to be a nest of snakes and rats, with similar odors.
"If I can laugh you group of upper-class worms to death, then I will be doing harm to the people. I have really done a good thing." Mu Baoer crossed his arms and swept across the group of women. He did not become angry at all, but smiled.
Disdainful.
Several young ladies suddenly looked ugly. Doesn't this mean they are pests?
This lower-class woman is sharp-tongued and hateful. They share the same hatred and gore Mu Baoer fiercely.
Mu Lanlan's smiling face darkened and she hummed softly:
"What are you talking about? Being able to talk won't help you get anything. Let's see how embarrassed you are in a while. How dare you dream of winning the championship? The championship belongs to Brother Ji Mo and I, the Wind and Thunder Team. You don't even have a chance to dream."